Inventory

>look
You are in a dusty alcove. Nearby is something that can't figure out what was so bad about Hitler.

>check inventory
You are carrying:
A Compass
An M134 Minigun
A pair of jorts with "juicy" written on the butt
A Pair of Thumbs from the guy who had two thumbs
A snowglobe from the St. Eligius Hospital gift shop
A Pair of Headphones
A cheap plastic orrery
The Autobot Matrix of Leadership
A Manna Potion
A sealed cardboard box with a proper shipping label to Santa Claus

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